satire
Science fiction satire presented to mock the many generations of society.
Bitcoin- When Ledgers are Born
The origin of Bitcoin is as much a part of the legend as its current value. Shrouded in a cloak of mystery, its creator is an enigma worthy of a tale befitting contemporary heroes like Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, or Batman; history defining characters, whose collective actions focused the hearts and minds of others to strive for something more, something better. This is their story, documented through hundreds of hours of research and collected from the deepest, darkest corners of the internet…
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Futurism
Operation Hubris
To Order comrade Generals!” Silence descended immediately upon the room at the command of Chairman General Hu Janito as he announced his entry. The Paramount leader of the People’s Republic of China, the People’s Liberation Army and the Central Military Commission, the true seat of China’s power. The eight members and three vice chairmen of the commission had been awaiting Janito’s arrival, discussing how influences had been successful in the American sub prime mortgage market, and how the “silly Yankees” had been so besotted with money, they could not see the danger they were in. It was just a matter of time now.
By Rob Chapman5 years ago in Futurism
Larry King…Dead
“You were born Lawrence Zeiger in Brooklyn, to Jennie Gitlitz and Aaron Zeiger.” “That’s right. My father died of a heart attack when I was nine and a half – I was -- that was a blow to me. I took it as leaving me. I was very hurt. My father died, that killed me. I mean that...”
By Ted Striker5 years ago in Futurism
Dropping Burroughs
"I get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie " The Who In the early evening warmth of summer, in the well-groomed and manicured back yard of an upper crust neighborhood came three young people; two young men and a young woman. To suggest that they were furtive about their entrance may be going too far, at least inasmuch as they seemed to hurry to the gazebo by the lake where they might not be overheard. Yet they cast no wary glances about them. They did not minimize their body language to give hidden watchers the impression that they could be anyone. They were silent while they crossed the cleverly mowed lawn, however, apparently satisfied to wait until they gained the destination to broach the topic of their meeting.
By H. Robert Mac5 years ago in Futurism
